But the Babe's round, attentive eyes were as innocent as the sky.
"No," said he gravely; "_that_ was something she could not help.

It was an accident.

It has nothing to do with Young Grumpy, but since you've asked me about it I had better tell you at once and save interruptions.
"You see it was this way.

Before she came to live on the Anderson Farm she used to have a burrow over on the other side of the Ridge, where the people went in for a good deal of trapping and snaring.

One day someone set a steel trap just in front of her burrow.